That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth... Earth Prayers: 365 Prayers, Poems, and Invocations from Around the World - Page 320 by Elizabeth Roberts, Elias Amidon - 1991 - 480 pages Limited preview -
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